And so this morning when I was sitting on the stairs—mostly hidden from view—and Hawkes was half sleeping in his place on the window seat across from July, both of us in the daze of low notes and early morning, the door of October opened. Pierce, already having dressed himself, looked out in question. He saw Hawkes. He said something. Hawkes replied. Pierce, crossing his arms, leaned a shoulder against his doorway. And I kept thinking of the four corners of the earth.
I have been thinking about this quote for days since I read it. It stopped me in my tracks. I just… GAH.
